I wrote about you
And I wrote about you
And I wrote about you

But things have changed
And all those pages I filled
I’ve ripped out
Hoping, maybe
If I rip these pages
I’d be able to rip
You out of my life

*a. gale

It’s sad
because she wore a white dress
as she said goodbye to him
letting him go, finally.
When she should’ve worn
a white dress
as she was walking down the aisle
already practicing her I do.
It’s sad
because she paired it
with tears
that carried her crystalline pain
when she should’ve paired it
with her biggest smile
carrying her most genuine happiness
It’s sad
because she was ready
with her “I do”
But not with her
“goodbye.”
It’s just sad
because he could’ve said
his I do
But now,
he couldn’t even whisper
his goodbye.
He didn’t see her
in her white dress
and he was gone
before the happiest day
of their lives
before the day
he’s been waiting for
all his life.
It’s sad
that he’s gone forever
while she’s in her white dress
with the smallest hope
that this was only a dream.
And it’s simply tragic
that their story ended
before they even began
a new beginning.
That her white dress
is the closest thing
to what could’ve been.

*a. gale

You taught me about the sky
About all those stars
And the moon

You taught me how to dance
Without a care in the world
To sing bravely off-tune
To smile with no trace of doubt

You taught me the darkest of blacks
To the brightest of whites
The in-betweens of everything

You taught me so much
But never did you teach me
How to get over you

*a. gale

How can a girl like me?
Who forgets
To do her homework
Wash the dishes
Bring what’s needed
Find it so **** hard
To forget about you?

How can a girl like me
Who gets easily lost
In road maps
Poetry & stories
Grocery stores
Always find her way
Back to you?


How can a girl like me
Who gets over
Her failed tests
Wasted money
Lost phone
Still not over you?

How can a girl like me
Who always seemed smart
Be stupid enough
To think I have a chance
With you?

*a. gale

"Goodbye,"
you said,
"is a too scary word.
Maybe we could
just say
'til we meet again."

"But when is that?"
I asked

"Maybe weeks,
months,
years later.
Maybe even never."

So here I wait
'til we meet again

Here I wait
for weeks,
months,
years

Here I wait
forever
for something that's
maybe never*
going to happen